From every love I had, I have wounds,
wounds that won’t heal and are still bleeding.
Mistake of having loved blindly
needlessly killing the joy of my days!
Late I figured out that at the end we live as well lying …
Late I confirmed that my illusion had withered loving …
Poor love that is suffering
the toughest bitterness!
And now that there is no time for anything
your mouth in love excites me once again.

And even if I wanted to love you, I can not,
because in my soul I’m afraid.
I’m afraid to repeat again
the comedy that has buried me into suffering.
I gave you everything! …
I lost everything! …
I always put my whole soul
in any way,
enduring insults
and in the end
I lost my faith.

From every love I had, I have wounds,
wounds that won’t heal and are still bleeding.
Mistake of having loved blindly
lost in a torrent of ridicule and lies.
I continue without hoping and looking for love…
Love already died because the pain withered its flowers …
And even if you now cry and implore
my dream is not coming back.
Don’t you see that the poor one is tired,
defeated and battered by so much suffering!

And even if I wanted to love you, I can not,
because in my soul I’m afraid.
I’m afraid to repeat again
the comedy that has buried me into suffering.
I gave you everything! …
I lost everything! …
I always put my whole soul
in any way,
enduring insults
and in the end
I lost my faith.